AN:Doomsday is back!

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Harry had only just stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron into Diagon Alley when an eagle owl swooped down upon him, an envelope smacking the boy in the face from its talons before flying off again.

'God damn stupid buzzard…' groused Harry as he took the envelope in his hands to see who, or what, had sent him mail so he could prepare some pretty crass words.

The second he saw the seal on the envelope he swore.

It was the bloody goblins.

"What the hell do they want now?" grunting in annoyance he tore the letter free of its wrapping, incinerating the torn up envelope in his hand with a flare of magic as he turned on the spot back to the Cauldron for a place to sit and read the message.

'Not gonna stand in the middle of the Alley, people passing me by staring at me for blocking the door, now am I?' he thought as he sat down at a vacant table, bringing the letter up to eye level to read the missive.

It was just a short message, saying that they had consulted with their Curse Breakers after Harry's little impromptu meeting with Razorclaw two days ago and had come up with a possible solution to his 'scar being a soul anchor' problem, and requested that he come to the bank 'as soon as he was able to' to test it out.

It had also mentioned, at the very bottom of the letter, that he 'had better issue this letter to the front goblins guarding the bank so they knew he was being expected', as to avoid being hoisted into an analysis chamber again.

'Well I was gonna go get my wand today but this is far more important.' Making the decision Harry made haste to Gringotts.

Coming to a stop in front of the bank Harry approached the front door guards and flashed the Gringotts letter in their faces. Right in their faces so they couldn't see anything else.

That way they couldn't possibly miss it.

The goblin who was having the letter waved in his face snatched it out of Harry's hand.

"What do you think you're doing, boy wizard?" the guard on the left growled out. Harry just crossed his arms, his interaction at the front of the bank drawing a few curious, and nervous, onlookers from the Alley, after all no sane person would intentionally try to antagonise the goblin guards of Gringotts unless they had a death wish.

If only they knew…

"You stupid Goblins sent me this letter, told me to show this to you at the front of the bank so you would take me inside. Last time I tried entering alone I was dragged into a chamber because of the curse on my forehead." Harry replied with a sneer, parting his fringe to show the goblins his scar.

"Watch your tongue boy wizard, or I'll cut it out for your blatant disrespect." The goblin replied, looking the letter over again far more shrewdly than the last time.

Harry, as a young boy would, quickly grew bored of just standing at the front of the bank and began making tick tock noises with his tongue, to both pass the time and piss of the goblins in front of him.

The goblins guarding the front doors, who were of the spear wielding variety, grew very annoyed at this noise within the span of a few seconds, the one not with Harry's letter brandishing their elongated weapon at Harry, who, for fun, decided to stand into the arc of the approaching deadly weapon and impaled his left palm on it before closing his hand around the spear so the goblin couldn't pull it out easily.

"Hey, are you done yet? Can we get moving already?" Harry asked impatiently as the spear wielding goblin tried to retract his spear from Harry's hand, its eyes narrowed in confusion at the distinct lack of painful screaming from Harry.

The guard with the letter turned one eye from the letter to the impaled hand for a second.

"You escort this young wizard inside, through the right passage to Bogrod's office… this brat is expected." With his piece said the now letter-less goblin returned to his previous position glaring out at everyone who had either slowed down or stopped to watch the the show that Harry had created by stabbing his hand on a goblin spear.

With a surly grunt the spear wielding goblin yanked at his spear base breaking Harry's hold on his weapon before taking the letter from his partner and marching inside, completely ignoring that his weapon was dripping blood on the ground as he entered the bank entryway and exposed a passage on the left wall.

"Follow me boy wizard." The goblin commanded as he marched down the newly opened path, Harry hot on his trail, unbothered by the spurting wound of his left palm as it slowly sealed itself; the opening on the left wall of the Entryway closing soundlessly as Harry crossed its threshold.

Witches and Wizards who had been watching the scene, speaking in hushed whispers about what they'd just seen happen, all dispersed in a flurry when the remaining front goblin guarding the front door yelled out a quick bark of gobbledegook; another pair of spear wielding goblins standing in place as the first goblin entered the bank to vanish through another door that spontaneously appeared before vanishing just as quick, those watching the event, if it had happened faster, would think that their eyes had been seeing things, sans the blood on the ground.

(o.o)

Harry kept pace with a goblin escort through a series of many turns that would have made anyone shake their heads on confusion, after all how can anyone take four left turns in a row and be going in a completely different direction than what they were when they began; before coming to a stop at a closed door, a plaque with the name Bogrod displayed proudly at its centre.

The guard, taking a stand to the doors right, slapped Harry's Gringotts letter into Harry's hands and grunted with a gesture to go inside after knocking five times on the door's dark wood.

Walking through the door into the office Harry's eyes washed over the decor of the room, his expression, having been neutral this whole time, changed to deadpan within seconds.

"Geez.. do all you goblins have the same weapons displayed on your walls?" Harry shook his head in disbelief as he neared a seat opposite a desk with a goblin sitting behind it.

Sliding the letter he'd received across the desk to the lone goblin in the room, Harry took a seat and watched his left palm's open wound slowly seal itself completely.

"Mr Potter, I am Bogrod, lead goblin of the Curse breaking branch of Gringotts." The goblin, dressed in a midget sized maroon suit, said.

"Yeah, I kinda gathered that much from the shiny sign on the door to the office." Quipped Harry.

"My colleagues and I have," Bogrod continued on as if he had not heard Harry at all. "We believe, constructed a means by which we can cut the sliver of foreign soul from your own, though there may arise certain unknown complications from attempting to do so. As this would be the first time ever anyone of our particular skill set has come across such a case as a living horcrux like yourself, I must ask you to sign this waiver that absolves us from legal accountability should anything unfortunate happen to you during this process." Bogrod explained, pushing a sheet of parchment across his desk for Harry to take.

"You were told by your buddies what happened two days ago in Razorclaw's office, right? That I can't stay dead if I do die?" Questioned Harry with a cocked brow.

"I was informed that after your head exploded, there was a green flash of magic whereupon you reappeared unharmed. However with this," Bogrod withdrew a 3 inch blade from a case behind his desk, the blade pulsing with a faint blue hue. "Whatever was done to you by your mother that enables this reaction may be nullified in its entirety if you undergo this procedure, if we remove this horcrux from you and you die from us trying to fix the tampering of your soul, you may not come back. Knowing this, will you still be willing to undergo the process?" Bogrod said, trying to keep to professional politeness.

This had Harry stop and think for a moment.

Doing this might actually kill him, for real?

Hmm….

"Would you give me a few minutes to think about it?" Harry asked. Bogrod grinned in response.

"Take all the time you want, Mr Potter; after all…time is money…"

'Eugh… I should have known, I'm being charged for a meeting that has a chance of killing me for good…eh fuck it.'

"I'll take the risk Bogrod, let's cut this thing outa me." Bogrod nodded in affirmation before abruptly slamming his fist into his desk, another goblin rushing into the office from a door behind Bogrod.

'These damn goblins and their damn doors.' Groused Harry as he saw the door the new goblin had come through had, like the others he'd seen today and two days ago, seemingly vanished.

"Prepare the chamber, we have an experimental extraction to prepare." Bogrod told the newcomer goblin who raced through yet another god be damned appearing/vanishing door, before getting off his desk chair and coming around to Harry's side of the desk.

"If you will follow me, Mr Potter." Bogrod requested, ushering Harry up to, and through an arch that, much to Harry's amazement, actually had been there the entire time and didn't appear/vanish like so many doors he'd seen within the bank.

The archway was the topmost section to a stone staircase with fire lit torches on its walls that descended downward for twenty steps, to a chamber, not unlike the Analysis Chamber of two days ago, the only difference was that there was far more symbols drawn on the ground in various pentagram like designs with a stone slab in the dead centre.

"On the centre stone." Bogrog instructed. "You might wish to discard your clothes as well."

Harry just grunted, shedding his clothes and lying down on the stone slab.

'If I didn't already think that goblin's nearly hated us, I'd think that they got some kinda sick kick out of seeing naked human boys…'

Bogrod barked something in gobbledegook and the chamber had six more goblin's show up within seconds from the sides of the chamber before they began a chant of some kind, the many pentagram circles around the chamber lighting up in various colours or blue, pinks, yellows and greens.

"Whilst the beginning preparations are underway I must ask you Mr Potter, don't use magic of any kind, it will clash with the ritual process." Bogrod added on as a last minute memo.

As the fancy circles lit up, Bogrod began to walk, or rather march rather pompously, through them in an order Harry couldn't discern, the blue hued blade from moments ago in the office above, clasped tightly in his clawed hands, changing to different coloured hues after he passed through each circle.

'Wonder how long this will take…' Harry though, turning his head to stare straight up at, what Harry assumed to be, a stone ceiling.

An unknown lapse of time later, because Harry had become very annoyed at hearing these goblins chant whatever they were chanting, Bogrod came to stand at the stone slab Harry was lying on, directly above his head, before the blade sank into Harry's forehead with no warning or fanfare.

That was the last thing Harry remembered before he blanked out.

(o.o)

The very first thing Harry did as he regained consciousness was bring his hand to his forehead to check for the blade that Bogrod had skewered him with.

Feeling no indents or lacerations under his fingertips Harry opened his eyes to check exactly where he was.

It seemed that he was still in the same place he's been previously, on the stone slab in the ritual chamber.

'Where are the horrid chanting goblins and Bogrod and his fancy knife though? And the flashy circles?' Harry thought as he swung his legs over the stone slab to stand up.

Only to stand on a tiny baby….thing, which shrieked at the contact, making Harry dizzy.

'Wow, talk about ugly.' Harry made a face before moving away from it.

Everything seemed to be as Harry remembered the chamber he had been in, sans the lack of singing goblins, light circles and a the one stab happy Goblin that got Harry in the head with the fancy piece of cutlery.

"Oi ugly, you know where this is? Where are we?" Harry asked, kneeling down to its level but staying a healthy few meters away.

The ugly baby thing just moaned as if in great pain, the sound incredibly raspy as if whatever the thing was, it was having a hard time trying to breathe.

'I didn't stand on it that hard, did I?'

Harry knelt there for a few seconds, eyeing the squinting red eyes that looked back at him.

"Wait a minute…what was it that that curse breaker from Razorclaw's office said? The Horcrux was small…a splinter of a soul… whatever that thing is, it's certainly ugly enough to qualify as a soul thingamajig. So…time to die ugly!" Choice made Harry approached the infantile fraction of a soul (as far as he knew), his lightning bolt dagger that Vernon took from him, unconsciously, silently fading into existence in his hands.

Gripping his weapon in both hands Harry came to a stop, standing right over the ugly baby, a steel glint in his eye. Harry bent down and slammed his blade into the baby thing's head, impaling it to the ground, whereupon there was a bright flash of not green light before his vision went black and he knew no more.

(o.o)

Bogrod sensed a imminent surge of magic coming from the boy wizard in front of him, a feeling of an imminent explosion growing fast in his 3 stomachs.

'We should have worked on this for a lot longer than two days…' Bogrod thought just before Harry's magic detonated, blowing him and his cohorts off their feet and into the walls of the chamber.

Goblins of all classes were very durable creatures but even they were a bit dazed by the force of which they were slammed into the stone walls of the ritual chamber, Bogrod being the sole one hit the hardest as he was in the epicentre of the explosion.

"Son of a bitch…that asshole sure left me one hell of an ugly parting gift…" they heard Harry grumble as he sat up on the centre slab, clutching his head in great pain.

"Hey Bogrod, was that supposed to happen?" Harry asked as he looked around the after effects of the explosion he had caused, the pain he was feeling quickly receding.

"No, it was not." Bogrod answered, getting up off the floor with a wince before cautiously approaching Harry. Who knew if he was going to explode again. "What did you mean by parting gift, Mr Potter?"

"Expelling magic like that hurts, I'll have you know, if I hadn't already died like that already there'd be bits of me everywhere right now. I assume that's what happened given what the room looks like and how I'm feeling."

"I see…" thinking for a moment the Lead Curse breaker cast a diagnostic charm specifically of the spiritual variety, the kind that they had used on dementor victims in the past, to check if they were successful and the only soul in Harry's body was entirely his own.

"What's the damage, did this fancy sing and dance thing of yours do the job or what?" the preteen asked, folding his arms in his growing impatience.

"If you will shut up and let me work, I'll tell you in a moment if we did or not." Bogrod growled back. "The diagnosis can take a few minutes you impudent brat."

"Fine…" Harry retorted with a near sulking look, he didn't like being naked around ugly creatures like goblins, it made him uncomfortable to the extreme, though he was very good at hiding it.

Bogrod, after finishing the diagnosis, grew pensive; whatever the results were it seemed to trouble him.

"It seems, according to my analysis, that the process was partially successful and the horcrux, is in a sense, dead, but it didn't dislodge and vanish as it should have. My examination tells me that you are hosting a ghost inside your soul now, somehow." Bogrod answered cautiously, this was, after all new territory they were dealing with.

"Well that's just fantastic."

"It would seem, that our crafted soul blade was not tuned enough to your magic, and soul, to do more than kill it; if we are to properly remove it like we intend to, we need a blade that has a strong resonance with you so it can get in deep enough to the depths of your soul to, essentially, dig the splinter out." Bogrod explained.

"Resonance? The hell does that mean?" Harry asked, quite confused.

"If we had your wand, if you have one, we can meld its magical feel to the soul blade so it can go in deep enough to cut the ties the dead horcrux has left inside you." Bogrod explained, annoyed at having to explain himself.

"Well I don't have a wand yet."

"We know, which is why you best go get one, Mr Potter, after which come back and my team and I will try again. Now as you can see, your explosion has damaged this chamber quite a bit, so get dressed and get out, we have work to do." Bogrod told Harry, waving him away as he moved away to join his team in assessing the chambers damage.

Grunting in acknowledgement Harry quickly located his clothes and donned them.

"Oi Bogrod, I will need an escort outa here, otherwise I'll probably get gutted by one of the stupid guards in the hallways, after which I'll need to buy new clothes, as there'll be blood all over them, not to mention the holes from the punctures because all you goblins are so blade stabbing happy and-"

"Shut up Mr Potter, I get your point." Bogrod barked back, taking a steadying breath. "As your appointment was with me, I should be the one to escort you out, just go up the steps to my office and wait for me, I will be up to escort you out shortly."

Taking that as a dismissal Harry ascended the steps to the office above, his mind going over what he'd experienced just now.

'…What if my stabbing the ugly baby thing in the head into the ground in that weird empty chamber was what caused the goblins wacky song and dance to flop? What if whatever that was, was somehow linked to what just happened?'

Harry had only just sat down on the bane of his butts day (that chair was so uncomfortable) in the office when Bogrod showed up, sitting down at his desk, writing a few things down on a sheet of parchment he pulled from a desk draw.

"Before I escort you out Mr Potter, we must discuss the cost of services done today and charges for repairs." A sharks smile spreading on Bogrod's face as he spoke, making Harry groan in aggravation.

After ten minutes of Bogrod going over all the damages and the fees of services done today, the goblin curse breaker escorted Harry out of his office to the main foyer, Harry steaming over being charged so much money he barely paid attention to the twists and turns of Gringotts passageways.

'Damn greedy ass Goblins, I hope you choke on this gold after I've had this whole horcrux thing dealt with.'

"We will send you a summons when we are ready to try again, by which time we will have assumed you have purchased your wand." Bogrod said before leaving Harry in Gringotts main lobby.

Leaving the bank Harry made his way down the Alley till he found the shop that sold wands, if the sign that read 'makers of fine wands since 382 B.C.' was any sort of indication.

Entering the store Harry almost cringed at what he saw, thousands of tiny boxes piled upon each other all the way up to the ceiling, with wraith like, ghostly strings flinging wildly like a hand from a person that had just been struck blind.

He'd actually forgotten that he was channelling magic to his eyes.

'That's not creepy at all.' Harry thought, cutting the flow of magic he had going up to and through his eyes, it was just to help him see just a fraction better, as well as see spells that were cast around him, given what he'd just seen, he could go without that ability for a while.

With his eyes lacking the magic they previously had, the phantom strings faded from sight, giving Harry an unobstructed view of the tiny shop.

And it was tiny, with only a single spindly chair in the corner with a thin layer of dust covering just about every surface in the shop.

As Harry looked about the shop, he began feeling with his magic in lieu of looking with his eyes, if one of these things was supposed to be for him it would have to match his magic pretty closely.

How hard could that be?

Absorbed as he was though, Harry didn't jump in surprise when an old man, obviously Ollivader, came to the front of the shop, sliding passed hundreds of boxes of wands on a ladder affixed to the packed shelves.

"I wondered when I'd be seeing-"

"Cut the small talk old man, I'm here for a wand, not to talk." Harry interjected making the older male frown, turning to face the man, his arms crossed.

"Yes, best we get onto it then, shall we?" Ollivander spoke before taking out a dozen or so boxes of wands from the shelves around him before depositing them on a random bench, withdrawing one and handing it over to Harry.

Grasping the wooden handle Harry felt his magic react, surging up and out, the wand rotting away within seconds.

"Oh dear…that there tells me this will be very tricky." Harry eyed Ollivander cautiously, these words sounding quite ominous. "But not to worry, there hasn't been a single person come into my shop that I was not able to match a wand to!"

"Given what you just saw, I'm not going to have to pay for the wands that my magic destroys, will I? While I have money I don't think I have quite enough to pay for everything that about to happen." Harry told the clerk carefully, just in case he had to make a quick exit.

"Not to worry Mr Potter, I have sold wands for a very long time, I am quite capable of repairing, or remaking wands that get damaged." Ollivander said dismissively whilst taking hold of another wand from a box and handing it to Harry, the salesman watching closely, his silvery specked eyes observing the wand closely.

Different from the first wand, this wand turned to ash, no theatrics at all, just poof.

'This is going to take a while…' griped Harry.

Fifteen minutes later and more than forty seven destroyed wands later Ollivander retreated into the depths of his shop, coming back with a single box in his thin bony hands. The wand maker seemed quite frazzled, it had never been this hard to match a wizard with a wand before.

"Try this one, I've narrowed the field quite a bit…I'm running out of options. This one, holly wood, eleven inches with phoenix feather core."

Taking hold of this wand Harry felt his magic heat up, his hand spewing white smoke after a few seconds as a haunting trill of what Harry assumed to be a bird of some type began to sound, the trill steadily got louder and louder as seconds ticked by.

After seven seconds holding the stick of holly, Harry's hand, the insides touching the wood, ignited for but a fraction of a second before a jet of water from Ollivander's own wand sprayed it and Harry, dousing the flames.

Dropping the wand onto the bench in front of him Harry spied Ollivander looking at the holly wand, almost forlorn.

'Hang on, is this guy seriously that disappointed that he hasn't matched a wand to me yet? Or was is that wand in particular?' Harry thought as he identified the expression the old man was displaying as extreme disappointment.

"This wand is significant, isn't it?" the preteen queried. With a reaction like that, it had to be.

"Phoenix feathers are given to wand crafters sparingly, the phoenix that gave its feather for this one, gave a second… that feather was used as the core of the wand that killed your parents and gave you that infamous sc- where is it!?" Ollivander asked quickly, seeing for the first time through Harry's fringe, that the jagged cut on Harry's forehead that he was just talking about, was not ,in fact, there on Harry's forehead.

"Oh that? I had the goblin's at Gringotts cut it off my head, didn't seem to help any with the soul splinter that was supposed to be in it but it was worth a try." Harry replied, giving a shrug in a 'what can you do about it, meh' gesture.

"Cut it off…? Soul splinter…? What?!" Ollivander asked, near sputtering.

"When the goblins found out about this whole thing they told me I should really keep it secret, but seeing as I need a wand for them to actually get this bloody thing out of me I think I can tell you a few things… so here's the gist of it…"

And Harry articulated an abridged version of his undying life so far, Ollivander's eyes widening with horror at what he was hearing, for such tales should be just that, made up stories, and Harry was telling it as truth.

"Unbelievable…"

"Well if you need proof…" Harry took a random wand, one that he hadn't touched yet and removed his glasses. If his eyes could widen any more from shock Ollivander's eyes would have popped out as he watched, stupefied, as Harry Potter rammed a wand through his eye and into his brain.

And didn't drop dead.

"Proof enough for you, Mr Ollivander?" Harry asked jovially, as if there wasn't a wand sticking out of his head.

What surprised Harry the most, was that it wasn't him shoving the wand into his eye and brain that made the old man pass out, it was the removing of the wand from his eye socket, the wand covered in brain matter that did the job.

Like what he'd just done was some kind of sacrilegious thing.

Harry set the wand on the bench and swiped his hand across the stick of wood, willing his magic to vanish the organic matter from the wand and everywhere else his bits of eyes and brain had managed to land.

Looking at the unconscious man on the floor in front of him Harry couldn't help but pout.

"I didn't even get to the part of the story where Vernon shocked me to death with the knife."

Ah well, Harry could always tell it to the old man the rest when he woke up.


AN:Oh no, Harry's not gonna get the holly wand as his first!?

What will Harry's wand be this time? I love reading the guesses, please send them!

Believe it or not, this was actually pretty hard to write, which was why it took so long to update.

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